Poem about the past

I am a young boy that comes from a village in Samoa named fusi safata.

I follow my ancestors footsteps all the way to the future. I look back to the past for memories, Relaxing on the burning sand, and trying to describe my ancestors,

I’m proud of who I am. A fierce Samoan.

I am proud of my parents that brought me into this world.

I am also proud of me being a singer and a drummer.

I got my name from my grandfather and I am proud of him teaching me  how to sing and how to play instruments like drum and bass.

When ever  I think of my culture I think of my family.

I think of my ancestors.

In Upolu, in my village

Thinking about future generations. Like me.

Their golden child

Walking with them ,

learning their ways.

My grandmother died at the age of 105, I still know that she is still with me even if I forget that she is here.